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Jan 2014
I asked if he would care
He said "about nothing else"
So why am I in your new sheets by myself?
He said if I jumped or cut
Or popped or dropped
Ink is what would cover his heart
Of a C or a star,
Maybe our melody's bars
And just for that I would do it
But would he do it?
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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   Adrian Mendiola
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